Chapter One
“How do you want me?”
Corina’s face flushed at the naked man’s question.
Actually, he was only partially naked. The delivery man sprawled across the couch held one strategically placed package in front of him. The sight of his form was enough to stop Corina in her tracks, while his question had taken her mind down all sorts of sexy paths. She could easily think of about half a dozen ways she wanted him.
The weight of the camera hanging from her neck served as a reminder that she was there to photograph him, not to jump his bones. But she didn’t see any harm in flirting. She was glad she’d decided dressing professionally was overrated, at least in this instance. Rather than donning a modest button-up shirt, she had opted to wear one of her sexiest tops, a black number that played up her ample bosom. She intentionally bent at the waist and adjusted the position of his head. She watched his gaze rake over her breasts. A fine mist of sweat broke out on her forehead then she immediately got the chills.
Maybe her feverish symptoms were due to the fact that she’d been photographing handsome, half-dressed men all day. So far, it had proved to be the best job she’d ever had, and she wasn’t even getting paid for it. Taking pictures for charity had never been so rewarding or turned her on so much. Corina’s contribution to the project was snapping pictures of hot men to create a calendar to raise money for breast cancer research.
Corina quickly attempted to fan her face with her left hand in between shots. It was probably a good thing she didn’t normally take these types of photographs, because she was pretty sure she’d be a raging sex addict if she did. Thankfully, her typical day consisted of snapping boudoir shots of plus-sized women.
“So, what’s your name?” asked the ebony-haired hunk.
“Corina, and yours?”
“I’m Zach,” he told her with a megawatt smile that emphasized dimples on both sides of his mouth.
Still standing directly in front of him, Corina stared down into his obsidian eyes and gulped hard.
“You’re a delivery man?” she said as she turned away from him. She should steer the conversation toward a neutral, non-sexual topic.
“That’s right.”
Corina walked back to her mark and adjusted the lighting and some settings on her camera. She started snapping shots and nearly jumped when something she hadn’t been prepared to see appeared in her viewfinder.
“Your package, uh, I mean the box…move it up a little, please,” Corina said. She was still staring at the sexy stranger’s midsection well after he’d looked up from the task of repositioning the box. He caught her gazing at him, and she quickly averted her eyes. She knew her cheeks had to be as red as her hair.
“Oh, you mean the package wasn’t hiding my package, huh?” Zach asked her with a laugh.
“Yeah. The package had an extra bit of ornamentation,” she said, then admonished herself for her unprofessional response.
Corina got back to the business at hand—taking a picture of Zach that captured his sexiness while leaving a bit of mystery as to what he was all about. As she snapped a series of pictures, Corina started giving him soft commands as to what to do with his body, which way to turn his head and how he should direct his gaze. Even though it was the same kind of commands she’d been giving all the other men throughout the day, somehow saying them to Zach created a sexually charged atmosphere. Maybe that was because Zach seemed to like being told what to do.
She bit her lip momentarily, partially because the sight of his sculpted pectorals and six-pack were just so delicious to look at, but also because she found it a bit surprising that he was flirting with her. Or, at least, she thought he was. Corina had always considered herself a woman who was confident in her sexuality and her body. She was far from a size eight, but she’d accepted her voluptuous figure
“How do you want me?”
Corina’s face flushed at the naked man’s question.
Actually, he was only partially naked. The delivery man sprawled across the couch held one strategically placed package in front of him. The sight of his form was enough to stop Corina in her tracks, while his question had taken her mind down all sorts of sexy paths. She could easily think of about half a dozen ways she wanted him.
The weight of the camera hanging from her neck served as a reminder that she was there to photograph him, not to jump his bones. But she didn’t see any harm in flirting. She was glad she’d decided dressing professionally was overrated, at least in this instance. Rather than donning a modest button-up shirt, she had opted to wear one of her sexiest tops, a black number that played up her ample bosom. She intentionally bent at the waist and adjusted the position of his head. She watched his gaze rake over her breasts. A fine mist of sweat broke out on her forehead then she immediately got the chills.
Maybe her feverish symptoms were due to the fact that she’d been photographing handsome, half-dressed men all day. So far, it had proved to be the best job she’d ever had, and she wasn’t even getting paid for it. Taking pictures for charity had never been so rewarding or turned her on so much. Corina’s contribution to the project was snapping pictures of hot men to create a calendar to raise money for breast cancer research.
Corina quickly attempted to fan her face with her left hand in between shots. It was probably a good thing she didn’t normally take these types of photographs, because she was pretty sure she’d be a raging sex addict if she did. Thankfully, her typical day consisted of snapping boudoir shots of plus-sized women.
“So, what’s your name?” asked the ebony-haired hunk.
“Corina, and yours?”
“I’m Zach,” he told her with a megawatt smile that emphasized dimples on both sides of his mouth.
Still standing directly in front of him, Corina stared down into his obsidian eyes and gulped hard.
“You’re a delivery man?” she said as she turned away from him. She should steer the conversation toward a neutral, non-sexual topic.
“That’s right.”
Corina walked back to her mark and adjusted the lighting and some settings on her camera. She started snapping shots and nearly jumped when something she hadn’t been prepared to see appeared in her viewfinder.
“Your package, uh, I mean the box…move it up a little, please,” Corina said. She was still staring at the sexy stranger’s midsection well after he’d looked up from the task of repositioning the box. He caught her gazing at him, and she quickly averted her eyes. She knew her cheeks had to be as red as her hair.
“Oh, you mean the package wasn’t hiding my package, huh?” Zach asked her with a laugh.
“Yeah. The package had an extra bit of ornamentation,” she said, then admonished herself for her unprofessional response.
Corina got back to the business at hand—taking a picture of Zach that captured his sexiness while leaving a bit of mystery as to what he was all about. As she snapped a series of pictures, Corina started giving him soft commands as to what to do with his body, which way to turn his head and how he should direct his gaze. Even though it was the same kind of commands she’d been giving all the other men throughout the day, somehow saying them to Zach created a sexually charged atmosphere. Maybe that was because Zach seemed to like being told what to do.
She bit her lip momentarily, partially because the sight of his sculpted pectorals and six-pack were just so delicious to look at, but also because she found it a bit surprising that he was flirting with her. Or, at least, she thought he was. Corina had always considered herself a woman who was confident in her sexuality and her body. She was far from a size eight, but she’d accepted her voluptuous figure
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